[patrown]

the mans steps are traced by our brothers in arms,
men carry his burden staying numb to alarm,
staring in wonder at skylines as they crumble.
men succumbing to the times, forever humbled,
by our own creations that had patiently slept.
until the day came we prayed would stay away from our nests.
those alive wished they'd died, radiating regret,
skin bubbled from cheeks, falling chunks of flesh.
blackened eyes became blind to violent scenes of death,
unseen behind masks screening poisons from their breath,
only living as servants to the badge worn on his chest.
our mother drowns its deformed children in after birth,
a little boy's bubble that didn't have to burst.
leaders stay clear of the wars path and stay unhurt,
in bunkers built by our taxes on the backs of the serfs,
cursed to the darkness, skies filled with the ashes of Earth.